Innocent until proven guilty or vice-versa or whatever works best to their advantage

Today I was at The Dollar General
with my client
& there were these leftover
chocolate crucifixes
from Easter & wondered
what was the phenomenon
the point & purpose? ​

Some good down-to-earth daughter
(a slice of heaven) taking
itty-bitty bites or nibbles
while the raucous relatives
with chemical dependency
problems get stupid
off booze & moonshine & wine coolers
as wasn’t Easter
supposed to be about
his second coming
or return or resurrection
& wonder
if he ever imagined himself
on a chocolate cross
in the dollar general store
right next to where
that house burnt down in the center
of town
across from the water treatment plant
& slaughterhouse.
Wonder if she had one of those
eating disorders
or simply watching her figure
& left pieces
of it in the freezernext to the TV dinners?